March

The path my neighbor's snowblower made for the postal carrier to walk between our houses has begun to look like a failing creek bed, and though it will still be months before anything actually grows here, I'm imagining thinking about the end of winter.  I'm trying to dampen my hopes with the memory of cross country skiing, just four days ago, when temperatures were still in the teens, but my brain has been moving this direction since February.  

Getting ready for the Loco Local Art Show at Twin Cities Green, I created a couple bags under the wild premise that spring will actually, and eventually, be on its way.  The Orange Feather Tote is available here (the Tiny Buds Tote went to the art show, visit TCG to see if its still available).